Mary remembers telling Lucy that she wanted to be a Lioness - a Lioness because she wanted to be like Lucy.
"I am yellow," she says, aloud, "and I am fierce. Though I hit instead of biting. I will be some kind of Lioness, I think."
But not, perhaps, quite exactly the same kind as Lucy. The same kind in a lot of ways, she thinks, but not exactly the same.
Because Mary has a garden and a tree, and a cousin, and best friends, and she is not going to leave them until she is pulled away kicking and screaming.
(She thinks this, not yet understanding - accepting more, but not understanding - that Lucy essentially is.)
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Date: 2007-07-08 06:41 am (UTC)"I am yellow," she says, aloud, "and I am fierce. Though I hit instead of biting. I will be some kind of Lioness, I think."
But not, perhaps, quite exactly the same kind as Lucy. The same kind in a lot of ways, she thinks, but not exactly the same.
Because Mary has a garden and a tree, and a cousin, and best friends, and she is not going to leave them until she is pulled away kicking and screaming.
(She thinks this, not yet understanding - accepting more, but not understanding - that Lucy essentially is.)